An Invitation to the Mallory Family Reunion!

You Are Invited!


The Mallorys, Bacons, O’Flahertys, etc.

Family Reunion.

June 20, from 10:30 a.m. to ?????

The Lake.

A favorite dish, plus $25.00 per couple, $7.50 per child, to help defray the cost of renting The Northwest Quadrant of the Winnehaha Pavilion.

Sally Millhouse, (712) 555-1234

We’ll be sitting for family portraits!


Follow Samantha as she prepares for the family reunion. As she hunts for artifacts for the family display, she finds this old letter:

Oct. 29, 1959 (I am sorry this is late)

Dear Auntie,

Thank you for the $10 for my birthday. I will buy a pretty red pink blue dress you will like (I hope). I am skinney now, dr. Noonan put me on a strick diet (ugh!). Lettuce, cellery and cottage cheese.


Mrs. Niles died last month, Nana says she wieghed over 500 lbs, I would DIE if I weighed over 500 lbs. I am in the St. Bonyfi Boniface chior now, we sang at Mrs. Niles funneral.

L♥ve Sammy

PS: Nana says Mrs. Niles was buried in a piano crate!

(Samantha Anne Mallory, age 9)

C'mon in!

This is a must-attend event!

A command performance!

The family awaits you!

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Part I: Journeys (Chapter 20)


After Sal and Phil get home from the Happy Haven Nursing Home, where Nana now lives, we decide to go to North Sioux for a few beers, maybe play a few slots.

“Think we should visit Nana first?” Shel asks.

“When I left, Ma wasn’t feeling too good. They gave her a sleeping pill, so she’ll be out for the night.”

“So she won’t get bent out of shape if we don’t stop tonight?”

“I doubt it. Though she WAS a little worried about your getting here in time for the reunion.”

“Wouldn’t miss this event for all the world,” Shel says.

“Maybe I’ll call and leave a message at the desk,” Sal says, already dialing the number.

“Nan asked about Ruby,” Phil says, cracking open a PBR. “I think she’s a little nervous about meeting her.”

“God knows I am,” Sal says, cupping her hand over the receiver.

“It’ll be okay,” I say.

Phil takes a swallow of beer. “Where’s that Nikki-girl, anyway?”

I knew that, sooner or later, this question was coming. I’m just glad that Phil’s the one who asked it.

“Nikki wanted to come,” I say. “But she just couldn’t get time off from her job.”


The Mallorys are good about leaving important things behind. I don’t understand why we have so much difficulty hanging onto our people. I mean, it’s not like misplacing a notebook or something else as equally replaceable. We’re talking about our flesh and blood.

Take Ruby, for instance. I’ve always wanted to ask Nana why we left Ruby behind, why we couldn’t have brought her back to Sioux City with us. God knows we had enough family around here to help out with raising her. Now it’s too late. How can I ask a dying person such a question?

Still, I need answers, lots of answers.

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